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I commanded. He nodded his head, he led the way and we followed him until we got to Stephen's cell. "This is Stephen, one of Dominic's spies." I said pointing to him. "You caught him?" Lucas asked. "Yeah, but he isn't the only one. We are yet to know or catch the rest but we will soon." I replied. "Good evening Alpha." Stephen greeted me. I punched him hard across the face. "I do not want to hear a single word from you." I said punching him again.

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust.

I reached out and took his wagging cock in my hand and started stroking him back to full hardness as he leaned in to kiss me. "I have a surprise for you," Stan said, smiling mischievously. "Can I see it?" I asked, expecting him to reveal what was in his hand. Instead, he whispered into my ear. "No, but you can feel it." Stan moved out of sight behind me just as I had an inkling of his intention. Then

Katrina’s POV “Don’t listen to her Davos that is because she is a fucking liar!” Steven spat, the blood on his lip and beneath his nose drying up as he began to heal because of his werewolf powers. “Oh wow, you are even repeating it,” Davos chuckled, sucking in a breath through his teeth as he clenched them tightly in an attempt to contain the rage that vibrated off his form. “Come here Katrina,” Steven muttered and to the surprise of everyone advanced toward me.

Cackling, he declared, "It's your funeral! With my divine techniques, I'm capable of shattering your soul into pieces!" "Divine technique—Raging Currents!" Steven roared. He unleashed all of his divine realm powers without holding back. As his powers poured out of his body, he gathered his spiritual energy and condensed it into countless streams of divine realm killing intent. Then, he aimed every single one of them at Ashton's vital points in an attempt to annihilate him completely. Steven had been a part of the criminal underworld for decades. He had survived countless life-or-death battles, and he had never underestimated a single opponent. He had provoked Ashton on purpose so he could st

Steven was his best friend, and he needed him to be like Nelson. By the time the coffee was ready, Steven was getting out of the shower and Luke noticed something red on his neck. He asked him about it and Steven grabbed it for a minute and said how it was nothing. It didn't feel like nothing. It felt like there was something that Steven was keeping from him. It looked like a hickey.

Steven stomped his feet solidly on the ground, inhaling pleasure by sucking her lips intensively wherever she twisted them to escape from him. Her anger grew bigger, and a sparkle of bluish-red glittery formed in that dragon ring. Within a second, it shone bright along with the pressure she forced on his chest, causing him to be shoved away. "Ahh!!!" Steven screamed as Abby panted hard, opening her eyes only to find blood gushing out from Steven's palm, which was pierced by a sharp edge of the thing that had been on the floor. "Steven!!" Clara fluttered, approaching him.

Then he can peacefully kill her and destroy that fucking phone. "Yes boss" Steven buzzed after gulping a lump that formed in his throat. Steven was scary but Ethan was scarier. He had been his right in command and PA for so long to know his words and meanings and the way he sounded meant nothing but danger to that poor girl. Steven took two steps back, closing the door on behalf and watched as his boss drove away. His mind flew back to that Innocent lass and her green orbs and he felt a pang in his heart which stopped beating a long time ago. He watched Ethan killing his rivals, torturing the cheaters and everything but he didn't feel this way to any one then why her? Is this pity or guilt?

ZAHIR I stood tall in the grand hall, my gaze fixed upon my Steven. Something in his demeanor caught my attention, a flicker of unease that lingered beneath his composed facade. He can deny it all he wants, but I know there was something wrong. "Steven, is there something troubling you?" I inquired again, my voice firm yet laced with a genuine desire to understand his state of mind. Steven hesitated for a brief moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. It was evident that he grappled with the decision to share his concerns, but my stern expression urged him to speak his mind. After a moment's contemplation, he finally replied, his voice steady but guarded.

“You came without my permission. Now, since this is what you wanted, I'll have to punish you. Will you be good for me and hold still?” “Mhh, yes Steven.” “Then watch me,” Steven said, taking the lube again. He applied a generous amount on his hand. Stroking his cock, he saw my eyes glued to his movement. He lined himself up with me and pushed in, making me moan whorishly. “I wish you could see yourself like this. All spread out for me and moaning like the slut you are, already drenched again like a horny little girl,” Steven said, his voice a growl.